Every Man's Dream

Every Man's Dream

by: Dennis R. Humphreys

Sometimes when a man is sitting somewhere...it could be a bar, a restaurant, in the dentist office...anywhere, and he sees a woman walk through the same door he came through earlier, he sees a good lay, a friend, his future wife, or just another woman he'll see this one time and never again. Funny things is, and most women will deny this, they do the same thing when they see a man walk through the door. It seems to have become part of an age old evolutionary process we can't deny even though special interest groups, politicians and religious leaders attempt to wash it out of our minds.

We form a first sight opinion those initial seconds of exposure to someone of the opposite sex but then not always the opposite sex. Usually in those cases the sentiment is sexual first.

I walked into the unisex barbershop that afternoon. I had been looking for a new place to get a haircut having just moved into the area from twenty miles away. A friend I worked with gave me the number and the name of the owner and told me he always got his hair cut there and wouldn't think of going anywhere else. 'Besides,' he told me, 'there were other benefits with going there.' He didn't expand on this but I liked the way his hair was cut and decided to give them a try. I made the appointment for the next afternoon and made it to my five o'clock with five minutes to spare.

I walked in an took a seat to wait. There was a chest high counter there at the far wall and behind it was a curtain. Soon an older woman, very striking, came out and looked at a book on her counter, and then looked up at me.

"Preston?" she asked, looking at me intensely, evaluating me. I acknowledged. "I'm giving you to one of my daughters, Lucy. She'll take care of you."

"Sure, whatever. How many daughters do you have here with you?" I asked wondering the extent of the family business.

"I have three daughters," she told me as she took me to a separate room at the end of the hall. I looked into each room as we passed and observed two of the most beautiful women cutting hair there.

Holy smokes I wonder what her third daughter looks like. She could be half as good looking and still be beautiful. I guess my friend was looking for shock value from me not warning me about them up front.

I sat in the chair and waited. I didn't have to wait long when the most incredible looking woman of them all stepped into the room wearing the most low cut dress I believe I had been exposed to. No wonder my friend wouldn't get his haircut anywhere else. Why would you?

"Hi, my name's Lucy. How are you today?" she asked brightly as she went into action. I watched her intently bending over in her short skirt getting items to prepare me for my haircut. Somehow I knew it would be the best ever haircut I got. I was even prepared to come in everyday for the next week just to get a trim, until I was bald at that point.

She wrapped a paper thing around my neck and then a cloth which she pinned behind me to keep hair from getting on my clothes. She asked how I wanted it cut and I told her. The haircut became more and more interesting as we made small talk along the way. She would bend over in front of me to snip some part of my hair exposing two lovely breasts in the process. I figured it was for tips, kind of what a barmaid might do, or a waitress.

"So are you married?" she asked me.

"No, I'm not. How about you?" I returned the question.

"No. I'm only nineteen so I have time. I'm not going to rush things," she told me.

"That's good. Enjoy life a little first before you settle down...before responsibilities get heaped on you," I told her. I'm not sure if she took this as an invite or this was just the way she cut hair but she straddled my lap and sat down to cut the front of my hair.

It's all I could do from responding with the normal male condition for someone of my age. I tried looking sideways out of the corner of my eyes at a voyeuristic robin looking in the window from a silver maple sapling planted just outside. I needed to get my mind off things. To get the back of my hair then she stretched up more, planting my face between her breasts as she cut. I almost catapulted her into the next room without getting up from the chair.

When she was done I almost felt we both needed to lay back and have a smoke. I did give her a healthy tip. I certainly didn't need to watch any porno tonight.

"I hope I see you again...soon," she told me as I left the room so I figured her whole scenario was for bigger tips and establishing a good on-going customer base.

"So how was your haircut?" Mike asked when I got into work the next day.

"How do you think, asshole? I wish I had as little more warning," I told him. He laughed.

"So who did their mother, Celia, book you with?" Mike asked wanting to know all the news.

"Lucy," I told him simply.

"Oh God, Lucy. She's the youngest and the hottest. I've had all her daughters cut my hair at one time or another. They're incredible," Mike evaluated.

"She most certainly was. I almost had a coronary when she straddled my lap and sat down to cut the front of my hair,” I relayed to him.

“She what? She never did that to me. I mean I got the boob shots, and bending over scenarios but not that. I'll have to make another appointment with her. It must be something new she's doing,” he surmised longingly.

“Does your wife know how your haircuts go?” I asked him. His wife was gorgeous, small and built like you wouldn't believe. Plus she was a little of a exhibitionist. I couldn't imagine why he needed to get off while getting his hair cut but whatever.

“I tell her all about my cut when I get home. She gets off on it,” he told me.

OK, now I understand. I don't judge people...or at least I try not to. Whatever turns you on is fine with me. We are all an accumulation of experiences and things we find personally enjoyable and some not so. A lot of it's based on the person that initiates those first experiences and how we accept them that make it so. Mike and his wife seem to have a good relationship, one that works, and that my friends is what is important if you intend to spend the rest of your lives together. Don't let anyone else judge you and tell you differently. It's no one's business.

Three days later Mike came into work a little pissed.

“What's got you in a wad?” I asked him.

“I got my haircut last night with Lucy. She never cut my hair like she did yours and all she did was ask me about you. You're one lucky dog. It's obvious she has the hots for you,” he told me.

All I had been doing was thinking about that haircut since I got it, now I suddenly wanted to go in for a trim...maybe even a professional shave with a straight razor. I wondered how that would go.

I didn't want to appear too anxious so I waited a few more days before calling the salon. I got Celia, and when she realized who she was talking to she went on and on how her daughter, went on and on about me. I think Celia was already looking at me now as potential son-in-law material.

I sat in the chair waiting for Lucy. She appeared in an unbelievable outfit more for a stripper than a barber. I told her I just wanted a trim and I'd like a straight razor shave as a reward to myself.

“Hot date tonight?” she asked me. I got the feeling she was watching my eyes closely as she arranged my hair with comb and water for a cut even though I was looking directly at her but women have a way of being more clandestine then men do. We just stare directly.

“No...this is for me. I'm not dating anyone right now,” I told her interested to see where this might go.

“Neither am I. It's a shame to waste such a smooth face after I finish shaving you,” she answered suggestively. I did catch her glancing into my eyes now, quickly, back and forth a couple of times.

“Well, you know they say 'waste not want not',” I found myself saying, though after I said it I thought it was the dumbest thing to utter. She evidently didn't think so for I suddenly found myself pinned to the back of her chair with her tongue exploring my tonsils, if I had any, since they were removed when I was five.

“I'm glad you feel that way. I get off here at seven. Maybe by nine we can get you off...”she told me looking into my eyes, nose to nose.”

Wow...I was blown away. I wasn't used to a woman being so direct but then at nineteen that's not unusual with the hormones in overdrive. I was actually past my prime at twenty five but I still had a way to go before I was put out to pasture. It seems men's hormones are always in overdrive but a woman's start at around thirteen these days and start subsiding at twenty five. I'm not sure why that is but it seems so. Maybe those are the best years to start a family based on our evolution as a species. Then the woman settles down to raise the family while guys go off to the hunt with their diminishing hormones with just enough left to get into trouble, with some other young ladies up to the age of twenty five.

I found myself eagerly wanting to get together with her. I don't think my imagination was running off too far ahead of me either. It wasn't a case of her baiting me just to get me over. She was serious. Julius Cesar once said, 'women use sex for love and men use love for sex'. I found that to be a true statement over the years. Young women who thought they were in love with you had a tendency to dangle sex in front of you figuring they'd get you to love them eventually. Men in the heat of the moment, in the back of their car, would tell their date they loved them, and once the sex was finished they'd want to go fishing.

I went to Lucy's apartment at eight. The door opened after I pushed the door bell twice. I heard voices inside and realized Lucy didn't live alone. I wondered what her roommate(s) were like.

The door opened and it was one of Lucy's sisters. In the background I saw her other sister walk by and look, giving me a short wave. 'God,' I thought, 'don't let her mother walk by next. That wasn't the case after Lucy dragged me to the privacy of her bedroom she explained, just she and her sisters shared the apartment. She about raped me then after talking for three minutes or so. She was an animal...every man's fantasy and ego builder. I didn't leave there until three in the morning and I left physically exhausted and sore. I almost couldn't walk and it pained me to climb into my car. I had to sit a few moments before I turned the key in the ignition to get hold of myself.

I didn't sleep the rest of the night as exhausted as I was. Too many things were coursing through my body and my brain.

Mike laughed at me the next day at work. He knew I was going to get a trim and shave. What he didn't expect to see my condition at eight o'clock when I rolled into work.

“I was going to ask you how it went last night but looking at your condition it must have gone well,” he observed with a shit eating grin on his face.

“That's a relative observation. I'm still a hurting puppy,” I told him, immersing myself in a large McDonald's coffee I picked up on the way,” I burned the roof of my mouth with the first swig but it didn't matter. Pain is all relative too like everything.

“Listen I want to hear all the details,” he asked but was interrupted by his intercom when the boss buzzed him to come into his office. “Promise me you'll tell me. I'll have something to share with the wife tonight.”

Has my life been relegated to this? A torrid porno tale to help others get off? Maybe I could put my shingle out to help other couples like Mike and Darlene and charge a hundred and fifty an hour. Wouldn't that be something?

“Come on...let's go to lunch,” Mike commanded later. “My treat.”

I knew what that meant. It was a trade for information over a table top. I wasn't going to get out of it. He was going to pester me until he heard everything. So we ended up going to Jacks...Mikes favorite place and was definitely at the top of the list for me. They served the best hot pastrami sandwiches you can imagine on a great crusty roll with about two inches of meat, my apologies to all you vegetarians out there. You got to scoop out a great big kosher pickle out of the barrel after you went through the register. Then you sat at a cafeteria style table top to eat...nothing fancy but you weren't there to be fancy, just enjoy the best pastrami you ever put in your mouth which sure beat veggies.

I filled him in as he sat there staring in awe, like I was his hero and he was living vicariously through me. He even lost some of that best pastrami you ever tasted when it dropped from his astounded mouth which hung there in amazement. We left there an hour later. I halfway expected him to go ahead of me and drop rose petals on the ground as I walked. My ego was expanding just as large with him as it had been with Lucy's attention.

Our relationship, that is Lucy and myself, migrated to a personal relationship on a regular basis. Within a week she started showing signs of a more kinky flavor which I had suspected was lying there underneath somewhere anyway. She wanted us to take turns tying each other up and I found it to be quite fun and something I had never tried before but wanted to appease her needs. The idea of incredible sex with someone like her and being restrained as you allowed the other person total control turned out to be the ultimate aphrodisiac to me. I wondered why I had never discovered this until now. I'm not sure what her sisters thought since things often got loud and they were usually at home in their apartment but like Mike living life through me, maybe they had the same thing going. It was kind of hot knowing someone else was close by hearing our love making.

Several weeks went by and things went strong. In fact they seemed to be accelerating. I ended up being at her place most of the time...almost every night. I had a roommate too but I was paranoid about his judgmental attitude which he had. I didn't want to take her to my place.

Then one night after an extremely intense encounter with Lucy we were lying in bed eating her favorite candy...chocolate covered caramels, sprinkled in cashew pieces.

“You know what I want to do?” she asked me lying there with her head on my stomach looking at me as she chewed.

“What's that?” I asked wondering where this was going to go.

“I want to tie you up in my barber chair and slowly shave your entire body...everywhere and then have sex in the chair. Then every time I cut someone's hair I'll think about you,” she told me.

“This isn't going to be one of those stories where a guy spends the entire evening enticing a girl to go home with him only to go to the bathroom and come back as he sees her leave with another guy is it?” I imagined.

“That'll never happen. I'd never find anyone else like you. We're too much alike,” she reasoned, as she bit down on a new candy.

I was satisfied with that answer and asked when she'd like to try this new escapade.

“How about tomorrow night? You can come over to the shop at nine. Everyone will be gone. You can bring the wine...I'll bring the restraints. I'll be looking for you,” she told me.

I told Mike about what she wanted to do at work that day and he almost fell out of his chair.

“I'll never be able to sit in that chair after tonight without a hard on...I swear this is incredible. In a hundred years I could never come up with that fantasy,” he muttered in amazement. “Darlene will go nuts tonight when I tell her.”

I pulled up to the shop at nine sharp and parked. I had stopped at the liquor store to get a bottle of wine I knew she liked. She was too young to buy it on her own, so I had gotten it a few times when we got together. She was watching at the door when I got there and let me inside. I followed her to her chair and we began with an intense make out session that would make a hooker blush.

It seemed like a moment transpired when I found myself naked and tied to her chair. She began lathering up small areas at a time after placing hot towels on me first. The sensation was great. It was even greater when she started shaving me slowly and dipping the blade in hot water to rinse it. She had just finished shaving me from chest to toe when I heard the front door bell sound, normally ringing in a customer. I looked at Lucy wondering who it was. Then her two sisters came into the room. Of course my imagination went through the roof.

“Tonight I'll be one ahead of my sisters,” she spoke gleefully.

“What are your two sisters doing here?” I asked smiling.

She straddled my naked body with hers as she looked into my eyes, holding her straight razor.

“They're clean up,” I remembered her saying as I felt the razor slide across my neck.

Sometimes you wonder about timing or how you did something in the nick of time or some how coincidence that got you out of a jamb. That's how it was that night. Lucy and her sisters were carrying my bleeding body out of the shop that night to my car where they planned on disposing of everything at a nearby reservoir.

Lucky for me, kinky Mike and his equally kinky wife, Darlene came to the shop and were making out in the car. They wanted to catch me leaving the shop to get my immediate description of tonight's event while it was fresh in my mind. They observed my motionless body being carried by the three, as it turned out, serial killer sisters, having some kind of brutal competition. Mike got out of his car yelling while Darlene blasted the horn. All three woman dropped me and ran. Mike supplied pressure to my neck wound while Darlene called 911. They said I had minutes to live if Mike hadn't been there to stop the blood loss.

I was off a week recuperating while Lucy and her sisters ran. The police caught up with them at the state border where there was a major shoot out. All three sisters were killed, ridding the world of three serial killers. When I heard that, I laid there wondering about their mother, after all, an apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Reports came back they dragged the reservoir and found twelve cars with twelve bodies. The women had made the lake their own personal burial ground. I would have been number thirteen.

After a week of recuperating I went back to work and there was Mike at his desk waiting.

“Glad you're back. Feeling OK?” he asked,. “but there's something Darlene and I wanted to know...the details...what happened before she slit your throat?”